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Brandy Potter

Venomous Lives

Synopsis

Onyx was an all girl band in the Glam Rock era of the 80's. They rocked just as hard as any band. Their ultimate goal... to be bigger than their Idols Bonefinger and Viper's Spit the two biggest names in Glam. WHo knew that they'd find mentors, lovers, fathers and soul mate and enemies. They also discover that sex, drugs and Rock and Roll can give you everything you think you want but take everything you truly need. Can Onyx survive the war that is Rock and Roll.

Author Biography

Brandy Potter lives in Maryland with her daughter and pets. She has been writing since she was 9 years old. Currently in development: a crime novel, a mafia story, a screenplay and another semi autobiographical story.
Brandy works in various genres including Sci-Fi Fantasy, Crime, and many others.
Her character development focuses on the psychology of the every day person, What makes us and at times what breaks us. She likes strong female leads but maintains that they are strong in different ways. Her fans say that her characters are so developed that they often have a hard time letting them go.
Her writing style is descriptive, but not overly so. and she does allow her readers minds to find their own direction in certain aspects. She also thinks that actions relay the story rather than just telling it.
Her writing influences consist of David Eddings, Jane Austin, Rudyard Kipling, J.R.R. Tolkein, Nora Roberts and Steven King.
She has a writers club that meets every so often and is often sought for advice from other writers. She hopes one day to teach creative writing or at the very lest to develop a writing workshop.

Author Insight

Uh-oh

Juliet, the protagaonist, gets into an argument with her wife beating husband. She is so tough and determined that she knows just what to do.. get him to beat her and then get to her true love... this way she can save herself, save her children and safe the bands reputation.

Book Excerpt

Venomous Lives

She walked to the front door and opened it. She
gestured for Phillip to leave. The attorney looked at Wes who nodded and the
man left. Juliet slammed the door and walked back into the living room. Wes
walked over to hug her and she pushed him on the couch. Then she slapped him.
He turned red but controlled himself.

“How dare you,” she spat, “Who in the hell do you
think you are? I come home from being pushed around and publicly humiliated in Chicago. Not to mention Malibu and you greet me
with a lawyer.”

Wes stood up and retaliated, “How was I supposed to
know what you were going to do?”

“You’re an idiot. If I was going to file for divorce I
wouldn’t be here!”

“The press has blown everything up ….”

“Wes let’s just pretend for an instant that I haven’t
lived through any of it and you have had me hypnotized to believe the complete and
utter bullshit you and your publicist are spitting out.”

She waited for a moment to let that sink in and then
continued, “Hell let’s jump a little farther into Neverland and pretend you
have never laid a hand on me. Trust me that
is the bigger issue here.”

She drew a breath and desperately stated, “I saw the
original tape, the one that played at midnight before you knew it was on the
air and had your lawyer force them to play a doctored up one. It wasn’t just me
either. Scott and Bethy had it on the TV. We all walked through the door with
the kids and there you were, just like London,
only this time the whole world saw it. Poor Scott and Mav had to clean up for
you. I’m surprised they are still speaking to you. It was vicious.”

Wes sneered, “Look I can only imagine what you thought
you saw, but nothing.”

“Oh please, stop spouting off what your PR person told
you to tell the press!” she yelled, “I am not the fucking press. I am your
wife. Your beaten humiliated wife and I know what I saw! Do you want me to call
Lily? Or Janelle? How about Alene, she got a kick out of it. Hell, I’m sure
Angel thought it was a hoot not to mention Steve, Criss, Scott, Mav and Nate. I
can even call the children of all of my friends and the best one, my son! Your buddies must think you are
a stud! Was she another one of Criss’ cast offs or did you find her yourself.”

Wes slapped her. Juliet laughed. As the blood began to
trickle from her lip, she formed a plan. It was a good plan, but she had to
survive. “What’s a matter baby,” she said, “Did I get too close to the truth?”

“Stop it,” he whispered.

“Little man can’t even find his own women. He has to
pick up after a bigger better man.”

Wes punched her and she fell down. She laughed at him.
He couldn’t stand that. He punched her again. This time she punched him back.
He stood up. She scooted away from him and grabbed the doorway to the foyer for
stability. A little more, just a little more pushing and she’d have him. She
said, “Wanna know what I did do ya? Wanna know what I did when I found out?”

“Don’t say it.”

“Oh you think you know do you? I bet you don’t.”

“Juliet I mean it stop it.”

“I grabbed the first guy I saw and I screwed his
brains out all night long and some of the next morning.”

Wes’ anger took hold but he tried to stay stationary.
There was only one person she could have slept with. His anger got the best of
him and he threw his glass at her head. She ducked and kept laughing. “You
gotta do better than that little boy,” she taunted him.

She yelled back, “You’re too late Wes. You already
hurt me. I’d rather you beat the shit out of me. The bruises go away. You
stupid arrogant little man. You are nothing to me do you understand. Nothing.
You can’t even piss as good as he can. You aren’t a man you’re spoiled little
boy!”

He blacked out and sprang at her. She fought as best
as she could for as long as she could, but eventually he was too much for her.
He hit her in the head a few times to many and she passed out.

Wes stopped and slumped down. He’d done it. No, she
made him do it. It was always her. She grunted and began to come too. He petted
her hair. She tried to roll over and Wes asked quietly, “What are we gonna do
babe?”

Juliet was groggy, but she needed to get away. Weakly,
she stood up and said, “I can’t stay here and look at you. You disgust me. You
have for years. You can’t hurt me anymore. But I can hurt you….and I will.”

She stumbled to her purse. She hadn’t quite hurt him
enough. She had to put him in a complete rage. She had to buy time to escape.
He wasn’t wearing shoes. She hid his keys in her purse. He had spare sets but
he’d have to remember where they were.

“C’mon Juliet,” she whispered to herself, “Wake up.
You have to do this and leave fast.”

He walked towards her and she suddenly found her
strength. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She stopped as she
opened the door and said, “I never loved you, ever. I only married you to get
back at Criss. I hope that what I am about to say torments you for the rest of
your life. The first guy I saw after the interview was Criss. I screwed him all
night and was just finishing up when you called and he was better than anyone
I’ve ever been with.”

Wes leapt toward her. She she slammed the door. It
shook the house. She ran as fast as she could, jumped in her Jag, threw it in
reverse and pushed on the gas. She had to turn around to get out of the
driveway. As she slammed on the brakes to put the car in drive, Wes reached the
car. He was pounding on the window with murder in his gaze. The window
shattered and she slammed it in drive and sped away.

Criss, she had to get
to Criss. He would handle this. Her head was foggy. She was dizzy and
disoriented. She approached the gate and pushed the button, Derek’s familiar
British accent greeted her and then she heard the familiar buzzing sound as he
opened the gate. She drove in. Angel’s car was out front. She fumbled around in
the glove box and found the garage door opener. She pushed the second button and
pulled her car into the garage.

Criss was so
ridiculous. He didn’t change any of this stuff out. She started to pass out
again. She got out of the car and staggered through the staff hallway. No one
was there.

As she emerged from
the hallway, Nate turned. He saw a murder victim not a person. There was blood
gushing from every orifice of her face. It was nothing but one giant bruise. He
couldn’t even find her eyes and her hair was soaked with blood and sweat. Her
fingers were cut-up. Her normally well-manicured nails were broken and her
hands were swollen. She was missing teeth. He gasped.

She froze. She didn’t
know who he was for a second. She was trying to remember who it was. This was
Criss’ house right?